A Promise to the Gods: Part-2

Marisandra Naiadia's POV

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my tone carrying both indifference and a slight frown as I tried to look in her direction.

Celestia, my little sister, remained expressionless as she replied, "You haven't eaten with us for a while, so I came here to bring you this." She placed a plate filled with food on the table, her voice eerily devoid of warmth. Then, just as casually, she added, "Though it's mixed with poison."

My lips twitched violently at her words. "What the fuck? You shitt—" I was about to curse her out when she interrupted me.

"My mother added it and told me to bring it to you," she stated in that same emotionless tone as if she wasn't involved in anything.

There wasn't the slightest hint of remorse in her voice, no guilt, no hesitation—just cold compliance.